Everything
begins in spite of knowing the
world and living through thousand adventures, if as well as in the movies, to sail and to have a love in every port, but the
life always wants or brings to us
innovations and that innovations!, of those that change to us the life.
They were covering the 70s, if here in Latin America and towards alone a pair of years that had deposited to the Armed tapeworm only 18 years and it began to live through my big sleep to cover the world and concer the life and to know every day ports and sceneries that he had always dreamed, places paradiciacos and beautiful women, like that it begins this
history that is the history of my life.
Already almost 2 years had happened and finished the period of instructions, there comes my first shipment or transfer, nothing more and mada less than in a
ship recognized by the whole record that it had to his credit; rescues in the Coast and also in the Antarctica. Although the ship is small his name does it a Giant is the Brown Pilot, a ship of rescue and one breaks ices. The sleep was fading away little by little and the sceneries of Islands paradiciacas were moving away slowly and also the beautiful women who would wait for me in the ports of the north and of the entire world.
As man of sea and of a low status, it was necessary to accept and to obey the orders of the Superiors, but it in my deepest being was neither similar nor convinced, but it was necessary to continue and the destination had another courseThe ship was entering dike, and it would mean that to be to less one month in dry dock, thing that for the crew was vienvenida since it was meaning to fulfill practically office hours, except the days of guard.
This way the first one weighs anchor it was towards Talcahuano a naval Chilean, distant port approximately 800 kilometers to the south of the Port of Valparaiso. Spent the month in dike we return to the port of Valparaiso with the disposition to receive orders of zarpe to the south of Chile: where?, it was known nobody only the Superiors. Everything was a mystery; the due zarpe was slow in fifteen days, which was forcing us to remain in Valparaiso, quite our espectativas were changing and also our personal destination. Everything was passive and it was passing between guards and vigilancias, except some activities of maintenance of the ship; the days were happening languid and without motivation. What towards the difference especially for the contingent of guard since it was changing the panorama into the revenue to the ship of tourists, students and you visit in general.
On the second Sunday guard corresponded to me, towards heat and in the ship very few shade; suddenly great bustle and careers of young people there was a group of students who were tackling the ship. Everything was a normal age day On Sunday and the visits were going and coming the whole day, my order was the alertness, especially of the young people who are somewhat imperuasos; and they are in danger of falling down to the water on having approached the hut. Worried about them, do not notice the youngster who was next to me, without saying a word, I observed her of reeyes and he was not saying a word; suddenly listen to the question, gentleman who is this thing, it was indicating me with his index finger the tower of the radar, of course the response was this " it is the radar" and again the silence (without words) and I move away slowly to joining with his partners, more than two hours spent and there sounded the whistles of desenbarco, sign that was indicating that the tourists and visitors had to leave the ship; and slowly the public began the abandonment of the ship. They were always remaining some stragglers who are astonished by the facilities of the ship of war, and between the group there was coming that kid who had spoken to me, which was my surprise when he was saying goodbye of hand with me, but something rubbed my palm slightly hardly, a role written with a phone and a note that he was saying, when you should come to Santiago call me, I you conosco.
I her looked at the eyes and could not find in my mind the figure of that beautiful mujercita certainly and that immediately caused anything in my being.
This evening I would be marked by the beginning of the rest of my life....
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